"ejaculates" poems
Green eyes
hypnotize
deep blue
deep into you
Rayleigh scattering
yellow turns to red
blue goes away
I fade away
meditates
elevates
******
He ********** in a rainbow against the rising sun.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Empty skies embrace
Sparse cloud formations
The blues fade and overlapped hues
Sparkles crested in fickle delight
Lazy outstretched yawns of natural light
Sun’s glare glazed under Moon’s appearance
Embossed against the translucence of blue space
Everything up there is calm today
No rush or race or interference
Gentle indifference drifts to the West.
Staying dry for us
The beautiful simplicity of being Sky.
Stop and look around.
Cyclists trickle on painted pathways
Student groups pontificate about life
and the lecture they should all be at,
Lunchtime sprawls and **********
never ending spurts of schoolchildren
delirious for sausage rolls and E numbers.
Everyone in a rush to be someone
Going somewhere with purpose,
and yet,
Be indifferent
to each other.
The bland complexity of being modern People.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
The sinking has returned too fast.
I knew sanity wouldn't last -
but madness is here much too soon.
Electric amnesia returns to me.
Cacophonous thoughts breaking free
tear my feet from trembling ground.
My contradictory conscience
********** utter nonsense
across the face of my clean slate.
Peel back my shimmering rib cage,
see insomnia's grip of rage
still my dark heart into hurting.
Plunge me into freezing waters
where caught apathetic breath blurs
treading to sinking to drowning.
And I'm caught in the crawl spaces
between the in between places -
wretch to my opprobrious mind.
Not if but when sayeth the doc
to the tune of the ticking clock
willing me to wave the white flag
Madness is a graceless game.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
so you call yourself pro-life
okay, I guess I can pretend to respect that
which then means that you must also
respect the fact that I am very loudly pro-choice
and thanks to science
I know that a bundle of cells
and a living child are not the same thing
because an actual fetus is not fully formed
until the third trimester
and by fully formed I mean that it is
for all intents and purpose alive
but before that
there is nothing but a group of cells
there is no brain
no heart
not even pearly pink fingernails
so now what, huh?
you’re probably going to keep protesting
Planned Parenthood and harassing the people
that work there, right?
because all that Planned Parenthood does
is condone the vicious and inhumane ******
of defenseless, unborn children, right?
right?
either way, you don’t care about the child
once they’re born
all that you care about is making a woman
and other individuals who have a ******
carry this thing that is literally feeding off of them
and why should a child be brought into this world
if the circumstances through which it was
conceived are non-consensual?
because, if you really did care
if you really were “pro-life”
then you would care about the child
after it is born
or better yet
you could turn your attention and time and money
and anger to all the millions of orphans living
in the US
ya know, the living children?
with no homes?
with no parents?
packed like sardines in orphanages?
what about them?
do they not matter because they are not a group
of cells, and therefore not defenseless?
and therefore they do not matter?
because,
if you only care about that bundle of cells
and because some states actually make women
and those with uteruses
have funerals for the aborted “child”
then by default whenever a man
masturbates and then **********
shouldn’t he be made to have a separate
funeral for each of the thousands of children
that he just killed?
because one of them could have cured cancer, ******
and tell me
when I was still menstruating
should I have said “amen”
over all the potential children that bled out
of my body and into the pad
and the sides of my boxers?
should I have
said “grace” over all the
little pad mummies that I threw away?
should I have cried when I flushed
the ****** toilet paper?
because,
since I have a ******
how dare I want and feel as if I should
be owed control over my own body, right?
how dare I believe that
each and every woman
biological and otherwise
have a say in what they do with their body
how dare I be pro-choice, right?
well, let me knock you down
a few pegs with this closing statement:
if you only care about the “child” when it is
just a group of cells that doesn’t feel a **** thing
and couldn’t care less about it
once it is born
and homeless
or an orphan
or queer
then you are not “pro-life”
what you are
is an *******
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
A dark Cloud of obscure atoms swirl around in Brownian chaos..
Time's a bit different ere.. Eons but a flit on tis clock..
Quantum effects play poker probability,
gravity the sinister Attractor ..
The cloud congeals, darker still than b'fore..
Attraction, it's nature Hot and crushing at primeval depths..
Ignites a fire so deep, fuses the insides at the wave level..
Particles unite, merge into each other,
becoming something new altogether..
Out pushes the brightest light the universe's seen..
The light of God, searing, nourishing and warm ..
drawn out of the breaking, fusing hearts,
Ignites Life on a distant Rock..
The cloud now a big Star..
Observes in rapture as Life grows from infancy to Damsel in frenzy... She Remembers the ancient pattern, dances around in fatal Attraction.. Fornicating, Merging, consuming, birthing in Heat..
Blues fade into greens, white streaks surround browns ..
Colours pulsing, coursing in a ballet..
Star is hypnotic, it watches..
********** a flare or two at ecstatic moments...
Smitten by Attraction, Star wants to hold Life to its passion..
Can't bear the distance tween the two..
It burns and turns, curious quarks, neutrinos play havoc inside,
turn Helium to Dark Carbon..
The Star sickened of burning and watching for Gods years,
spreads it's arms to hold Life in its magnetic swarms..
It's million Kelvins approaching in Love, Blow Dry Life,
Evaporate the tiny blue Rock..
Star muddled by tis sudden development,
can't put its tendril to why tis happened..
It's heart broken, embraces empty space,
where Life pirouetted a few ages ago..
burns all the more, turns Carbon to Heavy Iron
and novas in green, orange and gold.
The dust settles,
Star now a mere smoldering lump of Neutron..
Looks in the dark depths in feeble ruddy light,
pulsing out signals to find its beloved Life.
Rueing on the beauty that was..
Destined to wait..
For the Clouds to congeal again..
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
Mr. President,
why do you lie?
President Nixon,
cheated his way,
into the office,
almost got away.
Got himself impeached,
thought he could lie.
Went down in history,
as a bad guy.
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Nixon,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
**********
on Lewinsky's dress,
and sealed his fate.
Thought they could hide it,
but a close friend spews,
all of the details,
about the two.
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
President Clinton,
why did you lie?
Obama says,
we'll be out soon.
Three years later,
he looks like a buffoon.
Sitting, scorched in desserts,
in Iraq and Iran.
Lying to become president,
what a great plan!
President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?
President Obama,
why did you lie?
No one will get away,
with lying today.
Because when the government lies,
everybody dies.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
1
At night, liquid moonlight,
********** pools of delight
in his front yard garden,
he watches in silence
with his girl on his side
for long moments, like a
caged beast still wild at heart,
badly wanting
to break the bars
that restricts.
His hands involuntarily
caress her soft supple curves,
culminating the explorations
with a blood tasting kiss,
poetry to him is making love
the beast quickly leaves
his whole being becomes
soft like hot wax and starts to flow,
she receives his music through
his dancing fingers that speak
to her a refined language of love
then,
a
symphony
rains...
rocked in a wave of pleasure
she sobs softly like the whisper of silk
he rushes towards her deep center
beyond the soft folds that yields
twists and in to her drains his wishes
she is full of love,
enough to drown him in to its vortex.
she bites him hard on his lips,
like a big cat, she draws blood
love in it's expressed cruelty wears a masquerade
he enjoys the topsy-turvy delight.
2
Morning dawns hurriedly in the planet of the apes,
he wears his mask, regular before daybreak
observing all necessary rituals, dance
he has become ready for his daily grind
a hack, a hatchet man, a **** sometimes a crook
without even a wee bit of consciousness or conscience
his hatchet is his flute, he plays on as he walks.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
I am in love with this young woman.
She dances through my dreams
like a filly foal, frisky, full of fun.
She knows she is a beauty,
but wants to share with me each iota
of her new-found feminity.
She prances into my my heart
with no timidity and makes her home
there to share her love with me
unfettered, unafraid. She wraps
her braided golden hair around
my chest so I can sleep not nor rest.
The rest is ecstasy that has no end,
except a new beginning of the same.
Tame she is not. She is Eros come aflame.
Shame? Why should she be?
In some cosmic way, she has always known
that fluids she ********** are but tears
of pure passion, joy, to be savored
by her and me. Night becomes day,
but there is no end to this melody
of moans and murmurs. I hold her
in my arms forever,
this young woman whom I love.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
Surrounded by tearing teeth, grinding their way through sinew and flesh..
A sickening shriek ********** from their throats.
Underneath a bleeding sky
their beating corpses cough up swarms of flies..
Our godess laid bare, covered in the stench of excrements....
Embraced her faithful flock.
As a reward for their devotion.. she gave her body...
Beaten and broken into submisssion...
The servants crack their whips...
Vehemently they violate her angelic body with ravaging lust...
A portrait of flesh...
Bodies sewn together into a pregnant abomination...
***** and bereaved she gazed upon the bloodied sky..
And exhaled from her rotting mouth...
Regurgitating her teeth...
Kneeling in gore , caressing her female features.. fertilizing her soil with blood.
The severed head licked her no more....
A spawn of maggots seeped out of every orifice...
Whilst she screamed and gnawed on the bones of her offspring.
And the heavens wept in blood...
When the world was set ablaze...
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
the world carries on outside my apartment
fighting
drinking
laughing
sleeping
a girl finds a flower
a man drives to work
a woman eats some green beans
a soldier wonders why he signed up
for this
a fat law maker **********
and me
I sit
and think
sometimes, cry
don't know what else to do
summer breathes hot air down my neck
and somewhere a baby is born
it is cold there
and her father is dead
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
the world carries on outside my apartment
fighting
drinking
laughing
sleeping
a girl finds a flower
a man drives to work
a woman eats some green beans
a soldier wonders why he signed up
for this
a fat law maker **********
and me
I sit
and think
sometimes, cry
don't know what else to do
summer breathes hot air down my neck
and somewhere a baby is born
it is cold there
and her father is dead
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
He is a boy sleeping against the mosque wall, ********** wet dreaming into a thousand ***** pink and smooth as sea shells.
— William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
The atoms that make up my body are particles of dirt,
The wind swept me away, now I'm particularly hurt.
Adam was the snake and Eve was the tree;
We're the worm left wriggling between teeth.
My rib cage gives birth to insects and palpitations
While my brain ********** quietly with anticipation
Keeping thoughts hidden in old socks and between sheets,
Pain, a private pleasure meant only for-
Me and my delicate expectations, shatter upon fingering
With religious dedication. Probe the world in its delicate place,
Where time ceases to exist and life has been erased.
-SLuR
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
I fondly remember how trust was dipped
into each other's ink. We wrote a bond
of naked words with neatly sharpened nibs;
safely sparing delicate hearts from
desire's wicked horns. We licked and touched,
explored our skin; caressed each other's throats,
until your words put on their clothes and smudged
the care bond with gentle dominant strokes.
But my mind will deny another's lips
meet yours in public scenes, your words would need
to bare their flesh, like hope upon first kiss
believing one language bodies can speak.
These last words red, reflect our chemistry
a ****** mind ********** poetry.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC